Five Little Peppers and How They Grew

by Margaret Sidney

  THE CLOUD OVER THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE

  When Phronsie, with many crows of delight, and much chattering, hadgotten fairly started the following morning on her much-anticipateddrive with the doctor, the whole family excepting Polly drawn up aroundthe door to see them off, Mrs. Pepper resolved to snatch the time andrun down for an hour or two to one of her customers who had long beenwaiting for a little "tailoring" to be done for her boys.

  "Now, Joel," she said, putting on her bonnet before the crackedlooking-glass, "you stay along of Polly; Ben must go up to bed, thedoctor said; and Davie's going to the store for some molasses; so youand Polly must keep house."

  "Yes'm," said Joel; "may I have somethin' to eat, ma?"

  "Yes," said Mrs. Pepper; "but don't you eat the new bread; you may haveas much as you want of the old."

  "Isn't there any molasses, mammy?" asked Joel, as she bade Pollygood-bye! and gave her numberless charges "to be careful of your eyes,"and "not to let a crack of light in through the curtain," as the oldgreen paper shade was called.

  "No; if you're very hungry, you can eat bread," said Mrs. Pepper,sensibly.

  "Joel," said Polly, after the mother had gone, "I do wish you could readto me."

  "Well, I can't," said Joel, glad he didn't know how; "I thought theminister was comin'."

  "Well, he was," said Polly, "but mammy said he had to go out of town toa consequence."

  "A what!" asked Joel, very much impressed.

  "A con--" repeated Polly. "Well, it began with a con--and I amsure--yes, very sure it was consequence."

  "That must be splendid," said Joel, coming up to her chair, andslowly drawing a string he held in his hand back and forth, "to go toconsequences, and everything! When I'm a man, Polly Pepper, I'm going tobe a minister, and have a nice time, and go--just everywhere!"

  "Oh, Joel!" exclaimed Polly, quite shocked; "you couldn't be one; youaren't good enough."

  "I don't care," said Joel, not at all dashed by her plainness, "I'll begood then--when I'm a big man; don't you suppose, Polly," as a new ideastruck him, "that Mr. Henderson ever is naughty?"

  "No," said Polly, very decidedly; "never, never, never!"

  "Then, I don't want to be one," said Joel, veering round with a sigh ofrelief, "and besides I'd rather have a pair of horses like Mr. Slocum's,and then I could go everywheres, I guess!"

  "And sell tin?" asked Polly, "just like Mr. Slocum?"

  "Yes," said Joel; "this is the way I'd go--Gee-whop! gee-whoa!" and Joelpranced with his imaginary steeds all around the room, making about asmuch noise as any other four boys, as he brought up occasionally againstthe four-poster or the high old bureau.

  "Well!" said a voice close up by Polly's chair, that made her skip withapprehension, it was so like Miss Jerusha Henderson's--Joel was whoopingaway behind the bedstead to his horses that had become seriouslyentangled, so he didn't hear anything. But when Polly said, bashfully,"I can't see anything, ma'am," he came up red and shining to thesurface, and stared with all his might.

  "I came to see you, little girl," said Miss Jerusha severely, seatingherself stiffly by Polly's side.

  "Thank you, ma'am," said Polly, faintly.

  "Who's this boy?" asked the lady, turning around squarely on Joel, andeying him from head to foot.

  "He's my brother Joel," said Polly.

  Joel still stared.

  "Which brother?" pursued Miss Jerusha, like a census-taker.

  "He is next to me," said Polly, wishing her mother was home; "he's nine,Joel is."

  "He's big enough to do something to help his mother," said MissJerusha, looking him through and through. "Don't you think you might dosomething, when the others are sick, and your poor mother is working sohard?" she continued, in a cold voice.

  "I do something," blurted out Joel, sturdily, "lots and lots!"

  "You shouldn't say 'lots," reproved Miss Jerusha, with a sharp look overher spectacles, "tisn't proper for boys to talk so; what do you do allday long?" she asked, turning back to Polly, after a withering glance atJoel, who still stared.

  "I can't do anything, ma'am," replied Polly, sadly, "I can't see to doanything."

  "Well, you might knit, I should think," said her visitor, "it's dreadfulfor a girl as big as you are to sit all day idle; I had sore eyes oncewhen I was a little girl--how old are you?" she asked, abruptly.

  "Eleven last month," said Polly.

  "Well, I wasn't only nine when I knit a stocking; and I had sore eyes,too; you see I was a very little girl, and--"

  "Was you ever little?" interrupted Joel, in extreme incredulity, drawingnear, and looking over the big square figure.

  "Hey?" said Miss Jerusha; so Joel repeated his question before Pollycould stop him.

  "Of course," answered Miss Jerusha; and then she added, tartly, "littleboys shouldn't speak unless they're spoken to. Now," and she turned backto Polly again, "didn't you ever knit a stocking?"

  "No, ma'am," said Polly, "not a whole one."

  "Dear me!" exclaimed Miss Jerusha; "did I ever!" And she raised herblack mitts in intense disdain. "A big girl like you never to knit astocking! to think your mother should bring you up so! and--"

  "She didn't bring us up," screamed Joel, in indignation, facing her withblazing eyes.

  "Joel," said Polly, "be still."

  "And you're very impertinent, too," said Miss Jerusha; "a good childnever is impertinent."

  Polly sat quite still; and Miss Jerusha continued:

  "Now, I hope you will learn to be industrious; and when I come again, Iwill see what you have done."

  "You aren't ever coming again," said Joel, defiantly; "no, never!"

  "Joel!" implored Polly, and in her distress she pulled up her bandageas she looked at him; "you know mammy'll be so sorry at you! Oh, ma'am,and" she turned to Miss Jerusha, who was now thoroughly aroused to theduty she saw before her of doing these children good, "I don't know whatis the reason, ma'am; Joel never talks so; he's real good; and--"

  "It only shows," said the lady, seeing her way quite clear for a littleexhortation, "that you've all had your own way from infancy; and thatyou don't do what you might to make your mother's life a happy one."

  "Oh, ma'am," cried Polly, and she burst into a flood of tears, "please,please don't say that!"

  "And I say," screamed Joel, stamping his small foot, "if you make Pollycry you'll kill her! Don't Polly, don't!" and the boy put both armsaround her neck, and soothed and comforted her in every way he couldthink of. And Miss Jerusha, seeing no way to make herself heard,disappeared feeling pity for children who would turn away from goodadvice.

  But still Polly cried on; all the pent-up feelings that had been so longcontrolled had free vent now. She really couldn't stop! Joel, frightenedto death, at last said, "I'm going to wake up Ben."

  That brought Polly to; and she sobbed out, "Oh, no, Jo--ey--I'll stop."

  "I will," said Joel, seeing his advantage; "I'm going, Polly," and hestarted to the foot of the stairs.

  "No, I'm done now, Joe," said Polly, wiping her eyes, and choking backher thoughts--"oh, Joe! I must scream! my eyes aches so!" and poor Pollyfairly writhed all over the chair.

  "What'll I do?" said Joel, at his wits' end, running back, "do you wantsome water?"

  "Oh, no," gasped Polly; "doctor wouldn't let me; oh! I wish mammy'dcome!"

  "I'll go and look for her," suggested Joel, feeling as if he must dosomething; and he'd rather be out at the gate, than to see Polly suffer.

  "That won't bring her," said Polly; trying to keep still; "I'll try towait."

  "Here she is now!" cried Joel, peeping out of the window; "oh! goody!"